People think I wear heels to appear taller. Well, that, and flats are so not sexy. Plus I’m actually as flat-footed as a duck.

Pronouncing the Sanskrit names for the ashtanga asanas (such as Triang Mukhaikapada Paschimottanasana) correctly may be the key to being good at yoga. I may never be good at yoga.

I think my 8-year old daughter is beginning to suspect that I’m just winging it.

Last year, I left my job, after 10 years of service, because a friend told me I shouldn’t live to work. He left out that I should work to live.

I’ve given up shopping. Until my next credit card billing cycle anyway.

I am hopelessly obsessive-compulsive. It takes me at least 3 hours to write anything less than a page long and it’s never just right. That includes this profile description. Which I might re-write completely. So come back tomorrow.

My mom tells her friends that she has 2 daughters: one is smart and the other is beautiful. I insist I’m the beautiful one.

THE QUIET MAGPIE

I’m the weird one, the idealist and the one who will probably never get rich. My life is slog, slog, slog but I live in a cartoon world so all’s well. Like the Manic Magpie, I’m also the beautiful daughter.

I believe in Big Bangs, lightbulbs in the head, and unfolding miracles.